ਹਰਿ ਕੀ ਉਪਮਾ ਅਨਿਕ ਅਨਿਕ ਅਨਿਕ ਗੁਨ ਗਾਵਤ ਸੁਕ ਨਾਰਦ ਬ੍ਰਹਮਾਦਿਕ ਤਵ ਗੁਨ ਸੁਆਮੀ ਗਨਿਨ ਨ ਜਾਤਿ ॥
har kee upmaa anik anik anik gun gaavat suk naarad barahmaadik tav gun su-aamee ganin na jaat.
Endless, endless, endless are the Praises of the Lord. Suk Dayv, Naarad and the gods like Brahma sing His Glorious Praises. Your Glorious Virtues, O my Lord and Master, cannot even be counted.
ਤੂ ਹਰਿ ਬੇਅੰਤੁ ਤੂ ਹਰਿ ਬੇਅੰਤੁ ਤੂ ਹਰਿ ਸੁਆਮੀ ਤੂ ਆਪੇ ਹੀ ਜਾਨਹਿ ਆਪਨੀ ਭਾਂਤਿ ॥੧॥
too har bay-ant too har bay-ant too har su-aamee too aapay hee jaaneh aapnee bhaaNt. ||1||
O Lord, You are Infinite, O Lord, You are Infinite, O Lord, You are my Lord and Master; only You Yourself know Your Own Ways. ||1||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
The good things about the One never run out — endless, endless, endless. The great sages and wise ones of old have sung them forever, and still they can't be counted.
You are without limit, One. Only You know Your own ways.
The good in the One is endless — no one can count it all.
Suk Dayv, Naarad and Brahma, revered figures of the Hindu tradition, sing the One's praises, and still the praises have no end. Bay-ant means without limit; tav gun ganin na jaat means the virtues cannot be counted. Only the One knows its own ways.
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